Until it is Time

I hold my shattered heart
tightly within my hands,
innumerable fragments,
impossible to heal.

The tighter I hold
the more it hurts,
each tiny shard
a deadly sword.

The pieces of my heart
pierce my bleeding hands.
How long must I wait
for the answer?

I long to hold on,
to heal my broken heart,
but my pain belongs to me
and I don't want to let go.

Yet I must let go,
I must release the splinters
to one whose hands
were also pierced.

His blood will fuse my heart together,
making it a thing of beauty once more,
blood from His own shattered heart,
His heart that I had broken.

I see my heart still in His hand,
living and beating, whole.
I know He won't refuse
if I try to take it back again.

Then I look at His heart
broken for me.
And I know it is safe
to let Him hold mine
until it is time.

Reviews

[SM Davis]

The pieces of my heart
pierce my bleeding hands.
How long must I wait
for the answer?

Loved this!!! Your imagery is impeccable.

[Flutterby]

I really like this poem, and i like how you intertwine your heartbreak with your christianity.. great poem :-)

[An owl on the moon]

So magnificent and sacred! I went through years of depression prior to God restoring my life. What a powerful way to profess the awesome transformation that comes through grace!

[JanMarie]

I love poetry filled with faith and hope. You capture the true believer's spirit, and I enjoy the way you phrase each line, as if guided by His hand. There is one time when you didn't capitalize His ("his own shattered heart"). I wondered in this case then if you meant the Lord or the man who broke your heart. Thanks for sharing.

[David Carter]

Wow, that is quite intense imagery. It's gratuitously morbid, but very amazingly written. Good emotions.